Creed of Redemption (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy #2) (12 page)

Sex in Numbers gave another fucking epic performance tonight. I’m so proud of them and so excited that I get to witness their journey firsthand. We’re heading back to the bus now and I’m nervous because I know Sevyn should be there by now. I bonded with him too, before I knew who he was. I know of one day that it was him and not Diesel and that’s the day before the big blow up. I do appreciate Diesel’s effort to make this right. I just don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to feel.

The guys enter the bus first, and I immediately hear the boisterous greetings between them. Lily and I are close on their heels. She does a double take when she sees the two brothers side by side. Xander filled her in that Diesel had a twin who was joining us on the bus for a few days, but that is the most any of them know.

My heart drops at the sight of them. The flashback of the last time I saw them together is too real. I can tell which is Diesel because he’s wearing his Sex in Numbers rock tee. Other than that, it’s fucking crazy how identical they are. Same haircut. Same tattoos. Same hot as fuck body. Same everything.

“Okay. This is a little cray,” Lily says interrupting their hoorah.

“Diesel, I’ve never seen twins this identical. I only know who is who from your clothes. That is so damn freaky.” The uneasiness between the two brothers is palpable. The question is why?

“Yet, we couldn’t be more different,” Sevyn promises with a half-smile.

“Yeah. He’s the sensitive one,” Diesel agrees.

“And he got all the jackass genes,” Sevyn retorts.

“Hey, don’t be mad because I’m hotter.” Diesel gives him shit, but the banter between the two is harmless.

“Keep telling yourself that bro,” Sevyn says, lightly shoving his brother. “Anyway, I hope you all are hungry. I killed the time by cooking a little something.” It was then I smelled something heavenly. How in the hell did I miss the mouthwatering aroma coming from the kitchen?

“Something does smell pretty fucking amazing. What is it?” Keyser asks already on the way to the kitchen to investigate.

“I made my famous bistro burgers.” Sevyn beams and Diesel groans.

“What’s that?” Lily asks with widened eyes.

“The devil,” Diesel answers for him. “He knows that fucking burger is my weakness. It’s my goddamn favorite.”

“Miss you too, brother,” Sevyn says, blowing him a kiss. The similarity of their voices is kind of weird but I can note subtle differences now that I had a chance to hear more than just a few words from him. We’re all in the kitchen now and I can see what Diesel is talking about. These burgers look absolutely sinful.

“What’s in them?” Gable asks grabbing one to put on a plate.

“It’s a bison beer burger with fried egg, bacon, and avocado on a poppy seed bun,” Sevyn shares.

“Crack,” Diesel says around a mouth full of burger.

“I thought it was the devil,” Xander says grabbing a burger from and Lily.

“Okay. Devil crack,” Diesel corrects while taking another big ass bite. They all laugh at him.

“This is so good, man. You’re our guest and you’re cooking? Can’t say I’m sorry though. Where did you get the ingredients to make this? We didn’t have this stuff here,” Xander quips.

“Hell no. That’s because Diesel tries to make us eat that healthy shit he eats,” Keyser swears. Diesel just nods and continues to demolish his burger. I hurry and grab one after I see some of the guys are already going back for seconds.

“Yup. That’s my brother. He’s always been that way too. He can’t resist my burgers though, as you can see,” Sevyn admits. Diesel flips him off and goes in for another burger. “No. Your driver, Gus, was happy to stop by the store after picking me up from the airport. I knew these were Diesel’s favorite and I wanted to surprise him. I also knew he would be cursing me for sabotaging the diet he’s always on.”

“You two do have the same level of fitness, though,” Lily points out. She’s being politically correct for Xander’s sake. Fuck a level of fitness. They’re both ripped and sexy as hell. Not too big and definitely not small. They have the right amount of mass and thickness. I always said I would have never pictured Diesel as a rock star. He looks more like a model. I have to look away before I’m caught drooling.

“Don’t let him fool you,” Diesel speaks up. “Staying in shape comes more naturally to him. He eats healthy too, but his body is more forgiving when he doesn’t. I have to be more careful since I can’t get to a gym regularly on this tour. I have to settle for the weights I have in the bedroom.” They start to talk about work out regimens and I take my burger to the living area. To my surprise, Lily follows me.

“That Sevyn guy is kind of hot, right?” she asks looking over her shoulder.

“He’s okay,” I say nonchalantly. I’m not stupid. She’s been trying to piece together what’s going on between Diesel and me. Admitting that Sevyn is hot is the same as admitting what I think about his twin.

“Girl, you are blind as shit. I have a man, but I still have eyes.” She fans herself, and I laugh. I look over at the guys—the twins specifically—and Diesel is staring at me. I don’t know how we’re supposed to have this talk that he promised.

We stay up until almost two in the morning before I call it a night. That only leaves Keyser, Diesel, and Sevyn still up. A quick shower and fifteen minutes later, I’m crawling into my bunk. Tonight wasn’t so bad. I didn’t know how’d I feel seeing Sevyn again. Funny how time has a way of healing things. Perspective changes and considerations can be given when you’re not in a murderous haze of anger. This is the closure I needed. They haven’t even sat down with me yet to explain what the hell was going on back then, but I know now that, whatever it was, it wasn’t out of malice. Because of that, I’m really ready to put it all behind me.

I decide to text Brooke before I go to sleep. I haven’t been in touch with her as much as I intended, but then again, neither has she. It’s a testament to how I’m
holding up
better than either of us could have anticipated. I let her know that I’m doing fine and that Diesel and I are on the mend. I also share that Sevyn just joined us and how much I wish she was here. I know she won’t see this text until morning, but I couldn’t go to bed without letting her know that I was okay. I set my alarm for seven so, hopefully, I can get up and get some writing done before everyone wakes up and starts moving around. I write best when it’s quiet. I need to keep an everyday account of the band’s journey. So far they’ve been on their best behavior.

I
’m up a few minutes before my alarm goes off. I stretch and take in the scrumptious smell wafting in the air. I smell bacon, but I can’t make out what else. My stomach growls. Okay maybe I can eat before I write. If not, I’ll just be distracted by the enticing aromas coming from the kitchen. I slide from my bunk and follow the scent. Holy hell, I wasn’t ready. Diesel is facing the stove, but he’s wearing just pajama bottoms. The muscles in his back are just so damn lickable. It’s like deja vu. I’ve lived this scene before, just a short time ago. His bottoms sit low on his hips and I can’t help but drool. I know what’s hidden by those pajamas. A tingle between my legs has me looking away. I’m about to go back to my bunk when he turns and catches me standing there.

“Morning, Lourdes,” he says, smirking. I’m pretty sure I’m bright red. I try not to stare at his abs, but I fail. Then something catches my attention. There’s no fucking tattoo on his left side. Diesel has the serenity prayer on his left ribs. Holy shit. It’s Sevyn. His fucking smirk gets bigger when he sees that I realize my mistake. “Hmmm. You would be correct sweetheart,” he says answering my thoughts.

“Morning Sevyn,” I say, trying to appear unaffected. Lily is right. He is hot as shit. Then another realization hits. I didn’t fuck him. Even though, I guessed as much, this confirms it. I never slept with Sevyn. I would have known something was up if Diesel’s damn side piece just suddenly disappeared. The thought is comforting.

“Are you hungry?” He walks over to me and I can’t move. I have butterflies in my vagina. This shit is so unfair.

“
Mhmm
,” I manage to get out. He places a hand at the base of my back and I get goose bumps.

“Come. Let me make you something to eat.” He winks. Is he really flirting with me right now? These Beck boys are a hazard to my libido. I feel like such a filthy whore for being so turned on right now. How can I be this attracted to both brothers? Damn them for being replicas and confusing my hormones. Sevyn guides me over to the counter where he has food spread out, but his hand doesn’t leave my back. I can feel heat radiating there. I’m so consumed with his closeness, I don’t see Diesel until he’s standing next to us. He looks down at his brother’s hand but he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead he tells us good morning and then rubs my ass when he passes to grab a plate from the cabinet. I should be pissed. They’re toying with me. So why is my pussy on fire right now?

“I think those are my favorite shorts,” Diesel says. They’re the short gym shorts from my first night here on the bus. The ones he forbid me from wearing into the store. “What do you think about them, Sevyn?” I’m going to melt right here. Just a damn pool of hormones evaporating onto the floor.

Sevyn doesn’t even try to hide that he is looking at my ass. “Well, she does fill them out nicely,” he agrees.

“You guys need to stop,” I say with an eye roll. Hopefully, they can’t see what their little game is doing to me.

I turn to put a pancake on my plate with a couple pieces of bacon. Sevyn offered to make my plate, but I got it. I feel arms come up on both sides of my waist and latch on to the counter in front of me. I’m trapped between Diesel and the counter. I don’t have to see the tattoo to know it’s him. He’s the brazen one.

“You like my brother’s hand near your ass, Lourdes,” he whispers. I can feel the hardness of his dick pressed against my ass. My pussy is throbbing now. I push against him a little. I need to stop this, but not before I get a little feel first.

“Shut up, Diesel,” I all but moan. He grabs my ass with one hand and I let him.

“He can’t have this. It will be my dick sliding into this wet pussy of yours before that happens,” he tells me. “We may look alike, but it’s my cock that you’re horny for right now. Say the word and I’ll take you right here. I don’t give a fuck. I’d even let him watch.” He turns to look over at his brother who is witnessing everything going on right now. Why does the thought of letting Sevyn watch sound so fucking hot all of a sudden?

“I’m not horny—” I start to lie. My words are cut off by the slip of Diesel’s finger under my shorts and right into my wetness. His fingers glide through with a few swipes before he removes his hand. I can’t believe that just happened.

“You were saying, Lourdes?” Sevyn says as Diesel licks my essence from his fingers. I push away from him and head for the table. Yeah, I’m busted. I liked that just a little too much. I should have been mortified that Sevyn just witnessed all of that, but I’m not. They join me at the table with smiles on their faces. These fuckers are something else. It’s crazy that just two months ago I was so pissed that they tricked me. Now they sit here toying with me and playing their twin games and I’m turned on.

“You guys are something else,” I accuse. “Anyway. You said you wanted to talk, Diesel, so talk before everyone else decides to get up.”

“You make my dick hard and now you want to talk, but okay.” I could point out that he made his own dick hard, but I just let him continue. I didn’t expect to hear what came next. Diesel’s mood takes a one eighty and my heart breaks for him.

He tells me that when he was in high school, he couldn’t do anything right in his father’s eyes. Sevyn was the one who could do no wrong. He was made to feel like a fuck up and a failure because all he wanted to do was his music. Sevyn was the smart one, or so his father thought. He began grooming him in their high school years to join his company. Diesel finally moved out when he was seventeen and he was told not to come back. This broke his mother’s heart.

Diesel and Sevyn knew they had to do something. Their mother wasn’t taking her perceived loss of her son very well. She had stopped eating and was depressed all the time. For the sake of preventing her from choosing between her son and her husband, the brothers became exact replicas of one another. Their father didn’t even bat a lash at Sevyn changing his identity by getting tattoos. He just figured that it was part of him becoming a man and his need to find his own identity. Since Diesel was no longer in the house, he didn’t know that he was getting the exact same tattoos. The haircuts and everything else identifiable needed to be an exact match. This allowed Diesel to substitute with his brother in and out of house without detection as long as he stayed out of their dad’s way. Their mom wasn’t thrilled when she found out what they had done, but it was done. They had to be very careful. Diesel finished his education online and stayed with friends who he could trust with their secret.